a little back story and a video not-for-vegetarian eyes

I’m remember hearing my grandma or dad hacking away at chickens when I was young, with nasty salmonella juices flying all over the place. I thank the heavens, when I had to feed myself in college, the meat came in nicely packaged trays, all plucked, skinned, and deboned. I thought then my life will always be perfectly packaged. With everything delivered to you in pretty little containers, by men in neatly dressed uniforms with properly advertised vehicles. The future is here. You never have to leave the door except for natural sun. Then why do I feel lacking not knowing how to do any of the basics?

I was lucky enough to spent a few months this year with my grandma back in rural Malaysia. We woke up before 6am every morning and tend to the gardens among other things. She had moved into a new place and already have a 3 month old garden on its way. There was already a variety of sprouting vegetables I didn’t know of. Additionally there was papayas, mangoes, lemons, dragon fruits, limes, eggplants, peppers, sweet potatoes, and so much more. It was just incredible. By the end of my stay, we had enough to eat off our own harvest. Each time I discovered a budding vegetable or fruit, it was pure delight. Like when I discovered the soft fiber-y spinach-like vegetables we have been eating are actually leaves of sweet potato root! She calls it Ubi in Malay. I mean, seriously, every misadventure was fantastical, from having to defend the crops from creepy furry munching caterpillars, to shooing birds eyeing our mango buds, to chasing away actual toads! (I still can’t fathom, for the life of me, where a toad would appear from since we are not near any water.) Each time we conquered, my grandma would look at me like a yuppie city dork. These are moments you never think you’d cherish, especially not living here in nyc. Who knew that the other day when I was tending my very first inspired herb garden, I would find a familiar sight of stems devoid of its parsley leaves, and uncover a tiny black caterpillar with yellow decors. I still clumsily and squirmingly managed to defend my herbs. It was a small victory but it felt so full and so warm. More importantly, it led me to think of my Ah Ma half way around the world just about to turn in for the night.

— And so this is how I came to appreciate a video like this below.
Daniel Salatin from Polyface shows how to part a chicken. It’s really a thing of beauty. That’s a hot man.

*I’m considering posting some pictures of my Ah Ma’s garden but seeing as I hardly get any views i don’t see the point —
perhaps a little sign of life in forms of say about 10 comments might inspire me.

she’s incredible

Tavi Gevinson – started out as fashion blogger at age 12 and has been on forbes 30 under 30 list for 2 years.
she has such a mature soul for a young age.  ive seen her few years ago and thought she sounded bratty and wrote her off.   perhaps its the vulnerability in parts of her video which makes her endearing and her bravado that makes her so commendable.

Peter Attia: Is the obesity crisis hiding a bigger problem?

Could the precursors to diabetes cause obesity, and not the other way around?

I am guilty of judging people based on their weight.  It’s incredibly daunting for me as I’m not a very empathetic person, to wrap my head about it.  I think a lot about it recently because it upsets me to think about my parents and their health and the choices they make concerning food.   I truly believe that your health is primarily based on the food you eat and it’s a choice you make.   As difficult as it is to control, it’s equally difficult to remain diligent too.  I get judged all the time.  When I say that I am watching my diet, I get haters looking at my small, petite frame questioning why I am.   I am thin because I work hard at it.  I fucking love bagels and croissants and ice creaming.  Yes ice creaming is the best activity ever!  But like everything else you cant do it everyday, especially 3x a day.  i feel bad if i am offending people.  i get offended when im hated on if i dont eat that cheesecake or cupcake.  i much prefer pies and pastries and pasta and rice, then i get my ass to zumba to work it off.  i eat my spinach and i drink my water and i lay off drugs and i try to limit alcohol and cigs to a handful a year.  It’s a hard fucking balance so lay off me and i’ll lay off you.  let’s fight this fight together.  i totally meant to talk about starting an organic, small farm movement but i completely went off course.  im tired and hungry. im going to take my fish oil pill and go to sleep now. good night.

Too Ease

This post will not contain it.
I must insist on it. Cant say so much for this blog tho.
A world without it, it can occur. (why would you want that tho?)
My thoughts will not submit to it, no way no how.
I am in control of it, it’s not that hard.
this ain’t nuttin’….it ain’t no thang playa!
But go on and admit it….it’s sooo damn majorly cool!
You cant say you wont miss it,
A land without _ _ is just too darn sad. 😦

It should Stay.

allmostrelevant

It’s awfully hard to portray anything in English without using any “E’s.” I was trying to do it for a bit, but it didn’t tay clong until I startid chi-ting. Although, I do hav a gnu apprishiashun for how malia bowl thuh inglish laingwidj iz.

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